(Author's note: =_= I'm writing this between doing math homework and writing an essay. XD Not very fun, but oh well. I'm not sure when the next chapter can be expected, but I'll try to make it soon. That's when things should really start picking up. And yeah, I know this chapter is painfully short. D: XD Sorry about that.)


A moment of awkward silence told Matt his comment wasn't very appreciated. He gave Mello a nervous shrug.

The blonde shook his head. "Anyway, I hate to admit it, but you had the right idea. We need to get out of here. Is your car working?"

"No...I tried to get it started earlier. The engine won't even turn over. How about your motorcycle?"

"I doubt it, but it's worth a try. Come on."

Matt followed close behind the officer, looking around. "What's up with all this fog? Does it look like it's getting thicker to you?"

"Would you just be quiet? Paranoid brat."

Matt made an indignant noise and kept walking, speeding up to get by Mello's side. "I'm telling you, it's getting thicker. It's getting harder to see."

The officer didn't answer this time, continuing to walk straight ahead.

"Hey, are you listening to me? Say something."

Mello looked over at him, his eyes narrowing. His mouth was moving as if he was speaking, but Matt still couldn't hear a thing. The redhead opened his mouth to say something else, but froze when the shrill sound of a siren cut through the silence. Matt jolted when the sound of Mello's voice returned.

"--by now. I don't get this at all."

Matt looked at him dumbly. "Uh...what now? Did you hear that siren?"

"Ugh, pay attention. I said we should've made it back to where my motorcycle was by now. And I didn't hear any damn siren."

They both stayed silent for a while after that, walking for what felt like hours. Neither of them could help feeling like they were passing the same buildings as the fog steadily, got thicker. When it finally cleared up enough for them to see, Matt let out a frustrated whine at what he saw. They had been walking for so long, in what he was sure was a straight line.

That didn't change the fact that right in front of them, just like all that time ago before they started walking, was his car.